I'm making plans for the
future
And cover-ups for friends
While I'll trek corners of
serenity
I'll plan the plot, theme
and end.
Surrounded by literature
Or asleep beneath the bend
I'll wear elegance or I'll
wear comfort
I'll have a coin or two to
spend.

I'll buy ink and pastry a
plenty
And kidnap pages I'll
never read
I'll encapsulate thought
and entry
Of jounals and the scatter
of seed

My company will be my own
musings
My art and logic will suit
as a crown
I guarantee I'll go at my
very own speed
Because people just slow
me down

There is only one state of
mind
"Too Close For
Comfort"
Not
"Two of a kind"
But sometimes you need the
intimacy
To gain and see what
you're trying to find

Nobody fulfills perfection
Nobody surpasses sunlight
It is still nice to hold
hands untainted
Its still nice to clasp
close and tight

However

To be alone is necessity
Silence is all I require
Intricate designs fit
perfectly
On a mask I've lost all
desire

Carry Me Gently

All My Emotions
Chime Hollow
Every Smile
A Fabricated Journey Of
Tomorrow.

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